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(Dark Romance) Zora Kaureen tak menyangka akan bertemu kembali dengan Nevano Abraham yang menjadi CEO di perusahaan tempatnya bekerja. Kehadiran Nevano benar-benar membuat hidup Zora bagai mimpi buruk. Penyesalan Zora yang dulu rela ditiduri Nevano 9 tahun silam karena terdesak uang demi keluarganya, membuat Zora tak bisa berkutik saat Nevano yang brengsek memanfaatkan kelemahannya untuk mengintimidasinya. Entah karena dendam ataupun obsesi, Nevano seolah tak ingin melepaskan Zora dari genggamannya. Bagi Nevano, melihat gadis keras kepala itu menderita dan tampak tak berdaya di hadapannya merupakan hal terindah yang Nevano rasakan. Namun, Nevano tak sadar alasan terbesar penyiksaannya terhadap Zora sebenarnya bukanlah karena dendam atau obsesi gilanya semata, melainkan karena sebuah perasaan cinta. Sayangnya, ketika Nevano menyadari hal itu. Semuanya sudah terlambat!

His hot breath fanned my ear and I nearly died the moment the straps of my dress fell away. Revealing a part of myself that left me vulnerable to his hungry gaze that moved over me. I pride myself on decency, to always be appropriate but the way he clenched his jaw and ran his large hands on my thighs made me go. . . to hell with decency. Reaching out, the need to touch him no longer bearable, I traced the outline of his torso through the fabric of his shirt. But even that wasn't enough as my hands moved underneath the fabric to trace the muscles there. He shifted slightly away triggering a fear in me that I had done something wrong. However, the fear diminished when he removed the fabric- granting my eyes the chance to feast on seeing more of his skin. He moved forward peppering light kisses all over my neck and torso only to latch onto my nipple tugging gently on the hard nub. I cried out at the movement of his teeth and tongue as his hands kept me close hindering any chance to reduce the contact to damn near impossible. Reducing the contact was the last thing I wanted, especially considering how far we had come. . .

Ini hanya tes untuk AE. ini hanya tes untuk AE. ini hanya tes untuk AE. ini hanya tes untuk AE.

In the bustling heart of the city, Aaliyah Winston's life is a whirlwind of bright lights and endless possibilities. But when she crosses paths with Nicholas Walsh, the notorious mafia boss with a heart shrouded in darkness, her world takes an unexpected turn. As passion ignites and danger lurks in every shadow, Aaliyah and Nicholas find themselves caught in a web of intrigue and desire. With rival gangs closing in and secrets threatening to tear them apart, will their love survive the ultimate test?

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I was at the Blood Registry office to reissue my Blood Covenant Certificate with Lord Ethan when the registrar looked up at me and said, “Your Blood Covenant Certificate is forged.” “There is no record of your bond in the vampire consort system.” I froze. “That’s impossible,” I whispered. “I registered my union with Lord Ethan five years ago. Please check again.” The clerk searched once more. “Lord Ethan’s record is here,” he said calmly. “His lawful consort is Ella.” Ella? The name fell like a blade. Before he said it, I still hoped it was a clerical mistake. But Ella… was his childhood companion. In that moment, everything made sense. In five years, he had never marked me. He had publicly acknowledged me as his Blood Queen, letting the entire Coven believe I stood beside him by right. He had given me titles, a throne at his side, and a crown to wear in front of the world. Titles can be announced. Only the Registry makes it law. The certificate he gave me had been nothing but a beautiful lie. The five years I believed were happiness— were nothing more than a carefully forged illusion. An illusion crafted to keep me obedient, grateful, and blind. If none of it was ever truly mine, if even the title of “Blood Queen” was only a performance, then leaving should be easy.

Boro Malus, and his family, lived in shame and exile after the death and defeat of his father Bora Malus. The King, enraged by the loss of his greatest warrior, stripped Bora, and his family, of all their lands and titles and banished them to live in the outskirts of the kingdom. Boro grew up with two things on his mind after the shaming of his father. The first, to return the honor to his family's name, and second, to take his father’s title of Greatest Blade-master, for himself.

Being known as a demoness, the angel of death's best friend, and many other cursed titles for the heiress of a gangster group seems like commonplace. But no one knows that Maia has one small, ridiculous ambition. She wants to have a simple life with her beloved husband and children if God gives her a second life. Maia assumes God is bored with granting her final wish before dying in a clan war. She wakes up in the body of another woman, a popular celebrity who died regretfully after getting married. Can Maia, the cursed woman, succeed in playing her role as a good wife and mother in place of the celebrity?